Lace hugs my hips and my ass.
My perked up breasts show themselves at attention
Through a thin layer of cotton.
It is October, and cold.
My body hides under two comforters, still,
While my mind races.
I close my eyes and inhale,
My lungs fill with cold air.
They are shocked, but refreshed.
I exhale, they relax.
Each individual finger feels a cool breeze brush by
its bare skin, as I type to start my day.
I feel warmth in my future,
Understanding of my past.
Today is a day for writing,
Editing.
One step closer to my dream.
I'll be all that I can.
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